July Poetry

I'm learning not to abandon things I love 

Night Shift 

It reminds me of swimming 

lying down under the water, looking up 

It reminds of me swimming, looking up to the sky, my back on bottom sand 

The surface is noisy but I am here 

Seeing the sky twinkle between the water wrinkles 

I wonder if astronauts get this feeling 

Proper solitute 

You are in between 

under and below 

It is as if two large hands are 

on my shoudlers 

Telling me I belong 

Night Shift 

When the station is quiet I can hear the noise 

The slow crackling of a new fire 

Dancing inside my head. 

Happy to be alive, and tended to. 

There is no water to boil. 

I can think about anything I want.